National Geographic : 1970 Jul
High mast, low bridge " i HEW! I could have reached down and W touched the masthead!" exclaimed the 17-year-old chief photographer, after sweat ing out White Mist's passage beneath a bridge south of Troy. Standing on the span to direct the maneuver via walkie-talkie, he captured this view of the mast creeping toward a scant clearance-and one of his own bare feet. Rising tide could have blocked the way minutes later. Even the Cruising Club of America burgee had to be removed from the masthead. Fixed 15-foot bridges ahead required White KODACHROME5 BY EDWINSIUAKI NUSVENOU~) Nb., Mist to twice unstep, or take out, and twice restep her masts-a half-day job each time, even with the services of hired cranes. "Bring it closer! Still closer!" shouts a dock foreman at Port Henry (right), guiding the mainmast through the deck and into its step, as a crane jockeys the nearly one ton of spar and rigging. Crew members performed all other tasks. Navigator John 0. Brotherhood dangles atop the mizzenmast (above) as he reconnects the radiotelephone antenna at Montreal, site of the final restepping.